Hi there:

I've been thinking about that crazy tom cat that came by and starting trying
to do in my cats.

I've developed a theory.  The theory is that it had just finished being
bloody cold.  It was then warm for a couple of weeks and he had to find
himself a home before the next cold snap.  He smelled the cats near my house
and could tell that they lived there.  If cats lived there, then there was
food and shelter.  The way to get the food and shelter was to eliminate the
other cats and move in.

After he trashed the boys and I had Otis saved and Chester had run off, the
tabby rolled on the ground in front of my feet and showed me his tummy.  I
think he wanted a home ... or at least food and shelter.

I'm glad he ended up being adopted and that he got what he needed ... though
I'm a little worried about his new slaves because he was just so wild.  I
hope that the big snip calmed him down.

Susan M
Otis and Chester